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I have this odd obsession with jackets. I think it’s something about structure and layers. Maybe the lack of a fitted element elsewhere in my life or the fact that a jacket tailored just to my shape feels like a giant hug. Before I delve any further into the strange unknown that is my sub-conscious, let me share my latest object of longing.

Alexander McQueen, even posthumously you slay me. Be still my heart. And yes, ladies. It is TWEED.

via liberty.co.uk

Look at that denim layer – a false vest beneath the perfectly patterned tweed exterior. These are the objects of my dreams. This more affordable tweed blazer may or may not be able to hold me over in the meantime. The collar detail will hold my interest for some time.